"Mama, where are we going?" a little boy asked as he was carried through the dark woods on horse back. His mother, a small brown-haired woman with blue eyes, rode behind him. Her face was panic-stricken and full of fear, eyes wide and skin pale. Behind them was snorts and angry whinnies of massive black stallions. The humongous black horses chased after them with big golden eyes and fierce black, shining hooves.
The woman looked down at her child with fear, "Don't worry, everything's going to be alright. You're going to be fine, _-son" she said wand was blurred out by the stamping of the black monsters' hooves.
The boy held onto his mother tightly, his eyes clouded with lack sleep. But suddenly, their horse fell and the two beings were thrown onto the earth where little grass grew. The woman trued to stand but fell back down infront of him with tears in her deep blue eyes. "_, run. Run as fast as you can" she told him, crying.
The little child whimpered and his eyes watered, "Mama, come on. Get up, please" he said, pulling on her arm. "No, sweety, mama won't be with you anymore, you'll be alright. Please run" she sobbed then the snorts of the black creatures began to get louder. "RUN, _! GO!" the woman yelled, urging him to escape. The little boy cried and backed up, "I love you, mama" he whispered, turned and ran away with only his brown cloak on his shoulders and the clothes on his back.
As her son ran away, the woman slowly started to waste away. Soon, the black beasts found her and she never did find her son. She was just happy that he was safe now. Now, they were in viking territory. The Island of Ash... There everything would be alright...
Or so she thought...